The internet is a room
On small websites, open doors, and the pleasure of finding evidence that someone cared about the shape of a page.
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a small personal archive
A place for unfinished thoughts, old images, good links, and the things that become clearer when they are written down.
Updated irregularly. Best read slowly.
On small websites, open doors, and the pleasure of finding evidence that someone cared about the shape of a page.
A list of signals: tiny type, blue links, a page that keeps going, and other signs of life on the web.
A few notes on books, rooms, perfume, and the strange way an object can return a whole afternoon.
There are more older notes in the archive, a little more context on the about page, and a growing collection of things to read.